(Glass houses and all that
C R A S H
Long and low, across
(or whatever saves you
from the rest
of the storm.)
The one that the
has become the corner
stone. (I am not
what this means, but
I have been both re
-jected, and cornered.
Also: placed at center.)
One side might get a
mossy, if you’re not
Let’s create and destroy
and start over again and cover
our skin in something
that makes perfect sense,
makes us feel
A second offering for Bjorn’s awesome prompt over at dVerse. Come play!
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Love, love, love it. Skipping stones and building homes, playing games in the zone melt my heart no longer roam.
You took this all over the place and I loved the journey. So cool what you did with the cornerstone one.
Love, love, love!
I agree, this is absolutely phenomenal, De ❤️
One of the things I love about the poems this week is how many time you and others have deconstructed idioms or proverbs.. So much have been done…
I’m glad you joined with a second one.
This is very clever and deep De ~ Love the cornerstone part ~
You’re really rocking it with this one, De!
You brought down the (glass) house with this one. Powerful words and cornerstone of truth and wisdom.
I loved this one. Especially the 3rd stanza.
Oh wonderful! So many ways to look at stones — breaking glass houses (so many meanings just in that) — skipping stones — turning a stone to avoid the moss and I think of that adage—-and then ending with the childhood game but with a very adult meaning. I also think of “sticks and stones may break my bones, but names will never hurt me!” Hmmmm and that is certainly applicable to the election news these days! Great cubist journey here throwing stones with words in verse!